Synopsis: Henry Weston can’t take it anymore. Lately, his job with the Alliance seems to be less about protecting shifters from their enemies, and more about surveilling his own people and making sure they don’t break any Alliance rules. This is not what he signed up for, so it’s time for him to make a change. There’s only one problem: his mate and colleague Margaret isn’t on board at all, in fact they can’t seem to agree on anything lately.Meanwhile, Alliance leader Adrian Blacke’s new assistant, Gail McPherson is having similar trouble adjusting to her job. The ideals that made her join the Alliance don’t match up with her day-to-day reality and she yearns for something else.When the two of them meet, sparks fly, and they even start to hear each other’s thoughts, like only true mates can. But Henry already has a mate whom he wants to remain loyal to, despite their disagreements. If Henry and Gail can’t be lovers, at least they can be allies in a new cause: forming a New Alliance. What ensues is a battle between sense and emotion; loyalty and fate.This paranormal romance novella is the fifth in the Scottish Werebear series. For the best experience, readers are advised to read the series in order.

EXCERPT - A PAINFUL DILEMMA

Henry hadn't wanted a fight, but things had a way of escalating between him and Maggie."Why don't you trust me anymore?" Maggie folded her arms."Come on; it's not like that!" Henry argued, taking a step forward to rest his hand on Maggie's arm.She pulled away just in time and shook her head. "Well, there's no other explanation. First, you go on the surveillance mission on your own, then you don't even involve me in the interrogation of that prisoner you took. Tell me, what am I supposed to think?"Henry sighed. In a way, she was right. He hadn't wanted her to come along to Gartcosh to surveil Matt's house the other day. It's not that he didn't trust her, or didn't think she'd do a good job. Actually, he expected she'd do too good a job. She would have followed Blacke's orders to the letter, so they would have ended up with three prisoners, not just one. Caroline Pratt was a given, she was a Son's collaborator after all, but Maggie would have also rounded up Matt and Leah.He and Maggie had been an item for years; Henry knew how she functioned.As for the interrogation, he just couldn't risk Caroline cracking and mentioning the pictures she'd taken. Luckily, so far she seemed to hold up quite well and not said a word."Blacke gave me the order; it's only natural that I execute it," Henry excused his decision.He had to come clean to her about what had happened, but with Maggie in the mood she was in right now, it wasn't the right time. She'd always been hot-blooded, and not particularly easy to reason with when she was ticked off."Did Blacke tell you not to take your partner along on the job?" Maggie demanded.Henry remained quiet. Of course, he hadn't."I didn't think so."She was hurt, obviously. And Henry couldn't blame her. But if there was one thing he had to give her credit for, she did take her work very seriously."Look, I didn't mean to step on your toes, but I can't have you questioning my operational decisions like this. When we're on the job, I'm in charge. That's just the way things are.""Fine!" Maggie pressed her lips together. There was nothing agreeable about her body language."Now, shall we have breakfast? Wouldn't want to be late for work."Maggie shrugged and marched out of their bedroom. Although he'd pulled the seniority card on her, this argument was far from over.Today was going to be a long day.--For much of the day, Maggie made it a point to steer clear of Henry, which was just as well. They weren't hiding their relationship as such, but they made it a point to always stay professional at work.Henry liked to think of himself as a fair and capable leader. His agents trusted him - most of the time, in the case of Maggie - and he ensured not to give preferential treatment to his mate. Plus, bears weren't the sharing sort. They didn't wear their hearts on their sleeve like wolves seemed to do. In his unit, one's private life was just that: private.Before lunch, Henry interrogated his latest prisoner - Caroline Pratt - some more. Nothing came out of it, just as he had come to expect from most of the Sons of Domnall members. Especially those that seemed to be authority figures of some sort were especially tight-lipped. Caroline's demeanor, as well as her role in the attempted second kidnapping of Matthew Argyle, made Henry suspect she wasn't just an informant, but perhaps a faction leader.Then again, she wasn't in the loop on a great many Sons activities at all, or she might have already known who or what Matt was.Either way, it was time to close the file on her and send her and the other prisoners across to Stirling, where the Alliance Headquarters were located. Henry wrote up a sanitized version of the events leading up to Caroline's capture, whatever little details he gathered during the interrogation, and that was that. Case closed. He'd inform Blacke's people shortly.Once that was done, he grabbed a fresh sheet of paper and started to brainstorm about something else entirely. He'd had an epiphany outside Matt's house that day, but he hadn't taken the time to really think about it in depth. If he was going to set up a movement to counter Blacke's Alliance, he couldn't just wing it.

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Lorelei Moone is an up-and-coming author of paranormal romance based in London. Her first book, Scottish Werebear: An Unexpected Affair has hit the virtual shelves on Amazon on 25 September 2015, and her second, Scottish Werebear: A Dangerous Business a month later on the 25th of October. A lover of all things sweet, and caffeinated, when she’s not writing about sexy bear shifters and their strong-willed curvaceous love interests, Lorelei can be found baking cookies or cakes for her family.

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Beast by AJ Adams is a dark romance. It contains graphic scenes of sex and violence.

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Beast by AJ Adams

A self standing novella 42,000 words

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Falsely accused, Wynne is determined to clear her name. However, a trip to petition the Steward at Brighthelme turns disastrous when the Beasts, fearsome warriors from the frozen north, raze the city. When Wynne is carried away, she's determined to regain her freedom but Rune, her captor, has other ideas. Beast is set in Prydain, an imaginary place that combines Anglo-Saxon England with Medieval England, the Teutonic Kingdom and the Viking Age. This story contains kidnapping, rape, dubious consent and graphic violence, however, it is a love story rather than a dark romance. It is a standalone novel; no cliff-hangers.

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He stuck the knife in the ground and stripped off his leathers. The tunic came off, revealing a long, lean, muscled torso, covered in tattoos. Snakes ran up and down his arms, his pecs and his shoulders. A skull blazed on his chest. Then he was pushing apart my legs, settling between my thighs, leaning over me. He smelled of smoke, leather and musk. It was terrifying, like being at the mercy of an animal.

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AJ Adams is a Scottish-Dutch author currently living in Malaysia. In her regular life she is a columnist and feature writer. She works from home, where she is closely snoopervised by cats, Target and Guido.

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Today we have the release day launch for Bianca D’Arc’s Sea Dragon. This is a sexy new romantic fantasy and the latest in her standalone series, The Dragon Knights. Check out the excerpt she’s sharing and be sure to enter the giveaway!About Sea Dragon: A blind dragon who just wants to be left alone… Sir Hrardorr was once the mightiest of fighters. Now he’s blind and useless. His knight is dead and he can’t even go into proper mourning because he needs help just to get around. Part sea dragon, he decides to go to the Southern Lair to rusticate by the coast. He can fly out over the open water and dive into the sea, where he still has at least some ability to hunt on his own. He doesn’t expect to meet a human woman out on the water, fishing in her small sailboat, but he does, and unexpectedly, they become friends. A young man who gave up the sword to help the Lair’s healer… Seth grew up in the Lair and has long had a crush on the most beautiful girl in the town, Livia. But she is the famous sea captain’s daughter, and far, far above him. It’d be one thing if he was a knight or at least a candidate to be one, but Seth gave up all dreams of knighthood when he chose to apprentice himself to the Lair’s elderly healer—the closest thing to a grandmother he’d ever had. His gentle heart has changed the course of his entire life and he’s not sure it’s for the better, but he sees no other option. A newly made knight who doesn’t know how to be one… Sir Gowan is a warrior. He was a teacher of fighting when he caught the dragoness’s eye and she chose him as her new knight. Genlitha is a stubborn female and though Gowan tried to refuse, he found he could not turn down the magnificent dragoness, even though he knows nothing about being a knight. They have come to the Southern Lair so Genlitha can teach young fliers how to best navigate the tricky winds off the ocean, and to gain time for Gowan to learn how to be her proper partner. Three humans. Two dragons. Attraction that cannot be denied… Both Seth and Gowan are drawn to the lovely Livia, and Genlitha finds the attraction she had for Hrardorr when they were still both dragonets has only grown stronger over the years, but there are obstacles. Hrardorr has sworn to never choose another knight. Seth has sworn to be a healer, even though it’s not his true calling. Gowan is just trying to figure out how to survive in this new world of knights and dragons. And then they are attacked from the sea by a mighty fleet with dragon-killing weapons, and the town and Lair find themselves totally unprepared to fight. It will be up to the five of them to save the town…if they can. It seems impossible, but they have to at least try. Get Your Copy! Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01C6H82MW/ref=as_li_qf_sp_asin_il_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B01C6H82MW&linkCode=as2&tag=site216-20&linkId=UTS2UXZHYAFZHMJC B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/sea-dragon-bianca-darc/1123395647? Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/sea-dragon iBooks: https://geo.itunes.apple.com/us/book/sea-dragon/id1083147868?mt=11 Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/614428Exclusive Excerpt: Livia didn’t know why it was so, only that all the married knights were parts of trios. Happy trios, to be sure. She’d seen a few of the Lair women shopping in the square from time to time, and they all seemed happy enough. Nobody ever claimed the knights were bad husbands. Quite the contrary. But for some reason, not many of the men who lived alongside the dragons up on the cliffs were married. There were few Lair wives and, because of that, few children. Occasionally, a knight would form a liaison with a town woman, but nobody had become a Lair wife from the town in recent memory. The affairs seemed merely to be of convenience, not love everlasting. “Mates, their dragon partners, and eventually children,” Hrardorr seemed to answer her question. “Little dragonettes and tiny human babies, with two dragon parents and three human parents.” “All of them?” Livia asked, intrigued by the concept. “Of course,” Hrardorr said. “That is the family unit of the Lair. They all share in the parenting of any offspring, dragon and human alike. It is the way we have always done it, since the first fighting dragon partnered with the first knight.” “I had no idea. I mean, I’d heard things, but nothing like this. It sounds kind of…nice.” She marveled at the idea of a baby dragon being raised equally by humans and dragons, or a baby human calling a dragon papa. “Do you have children, Sir Hrardorr?” The dragon’s mouth tightened. “No. And now, I never will.” “Never is a very long time,” she said softly, wanting to offer comfort. “Don’t I know it.” His tone was bitter. “Being blind isn’t the end of the world,” she said, confronting his depression head on. His great head reared back as if she’d struck him. “You know I’m blind?” “I figured it out. A few of my father’s people do business at the Lair, and they bring back news of new arrivals. I assumed you’re the new dragon that has come here to recuperate. Am I wrong?” A sigh gusted out of Hrardorr’s mouth, filling her sails for a brief moment. She had to change tack to get back to him, but he didn’t seem to notice. “No, milady. You’re not wrong. I’m the damaged dragon who can’t even fend for himself anymore.” “Seems to me you just bagged a menacing shark all by yourself and chomped him to little pieces without any help at all,” she mused. “You’re not helpless. Hopeless, maybe…and that can be changed.” “You’re a strange female,” Hrardorr said, making her bark a laugh she hadn’t expected. “You’re not the first person to tell me that,” she allowed, smiling. “I’m not a person. I’m a dragon.” He bared his pointy teeth, as if grinning at her. “Point taken, Sir Dragon.” She regarded him for a moment, searching for the right words, but she couldn’t find them. “I like fishing. I do it most days when my father is away. Maybe you’d like to meet me here again sometime? I mean, I need protection from the circling sharks, and I suppose you could make yourself useful in lowering their numbers before someone from the town ends up maimed or dead. The fishermen would be grateful, I’m sure, as would most of the townsfolk.” “You don’t say.” Hrardorr looked as if he was thinking over her words. “I like to swim. And I also like the taste of shark.” “Really? What does it taste like to you?” “Like victory.”About Bianca D’Arc: Bianca D’Arc is the USA Today bestselling author of over 50 romance novels. She has twice won EPPIE Awards for her work, along with the Australian Romance Readers Favorite Erotic Romance eBook of 2008 for her first werewolf romance, Lords of the Were. She is a native New Yorker who worked as an executive on Wall Street during the summer of 2001. She changed careers after the tragic attacks of 9/11 and started seriously pursuing publication in 2005. She has a Bachelors degree in Biochemistry, a Masters in Library Science, and a Juris Doctor, but she doesn’t take herself too seriously. She loves her garden and plays the piano, ukulele and guitar. 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Synopsis: BLACKIEMy name is Blackie, I’m the vice president of the Satan’s Knights MC and I’m an addict.I’ve been trading one addiction for another for as long as I can remember.I make no apologies for my addictions, nor do I try to hide them.Until my latest addiction threatens to destroy not just me but her.For the first time I want to fight the need and not gravitate towards it. I try to deny it and not succumb to it but I’m a prisoner to her purity.I’m Satan’s soldier, a demon dressed in leather.She’s an angel, innocent and full of light, she’s my lace.Leather.Lace.Me.Her.A temptation so lethal neither of us may survive but, every demon craves an angel.Guide me to the light.Take me from the dark.Give me back my life.Let me share yours.They are the selfish words of an addict and they are my truth.

LACEY PARRISHMy name is Lacey Parrish and I have a secret, one I’ve tried to deny for a long time, one I’ve tried to spare the world from.I am a manic-depressive.Just like my dad.Some days I’m high on life.Most days I try to escape it.People think they know me, they think they see me but the truth is no one knows who I really am. No one sees the real me… a broken girl with a mind that betrays her.Except Blackie.He’s my savior, the man who silences my maker.He’s my knight in shining armor, the man who puts my life before his.He’s my leather and I’m his lace.Two broken souls that have the power to heal one another.This is our story, an unapologetic tale full of temptations.A love story called Leather and Lace.

EXCERPT - BEAUTIFUL LACE

I stopped off at a bodega on a corner and bought three colorful bouquets of flowers, dropped them in my saddlebags and took off to Fort Hamilton. I dreaded seeing the dead flowers at Christine’s grave and prepared myself for the guilt that would surface when I saw her name carved into the tombstone. I parked my bike off to the side and killed the engine, grabbing the flowers as I climbed the hill. Nothing could’ve prepared me for what I saw next. Nothing. I blinked to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating but as I approached Christine’s grave there was no denying the beauty kneeling before the tombstone was real. Live and in the flesh. My beautiful Lace knelt before my wife’s grave, re-arranging a fresh bouquet. My past met my present and for a second I wished for a future. Beside her laid a wilted bouquet of flowers, one I hadn’t brought there either. “Hi, it’s me again,” Lacey said, as she leaned back tucking her haunches beneath her ass. “He’ll be back soon,” she promised before her voice trailed off and the only sound became the wind blowing through the trees. “I remember you,” she said finally. “Not much, but I remember you. I was just a kid when you first came around with Blackie and well, I sort of hated you. No, that sounds horrible,” she amended. “I was envious of you. That doesn’t sound much better but it's true. I remember thinking you were pretty but then I saw him look at you and knew that wasn’t the right word to describe you. In a world full of ugly you were his beautiful. You and Blackie, it’s like you were the definition behind that saying beauty is in the eyes of the beholder because as pretty as everyone thought you were, they knew true beauty when they looked at him and watched him stare at you. You were the beautiful reflection in his eyes…the woman who made him smile. Even now that you’re gone I still envy you but I’m not sure what it is I wish for more…. for him to look at me like he used to look at you or for me to be the one that brings back that smile.” I had no words. None. She was sitting here talking to my wife, confessing her feelings for me, and I stood there invading her privacy. I should’ve made my presence known, but I remained perfectly still as my heart broke for the woman I lost and began to mend because of the girl who brought her flowers. She blew out a breath and slowly stood up, brushing dirt from her legs. “Anyway, I’m going to get going but before I do, since this will be my last visit, I wanted to ask a favor. I’m not real religious and I know I’m probably just sitting here talking to a stone but just in case the afterlife really exists, can you look out for him? I mean I know you do already. Of course you do, you’re his wife…but still, he needs an angel to watch over him,” she whispered. “Who better than you?”You. She turned around, and I silently thanked God for the sunglasses that shielded my eyes as I stared at her. Her cheeks turned red as I extended my free hand and took hers. “How long have you been standing there?” She asked, glancing down at our joined hands. “Long enough,” I said huskily, pulling her closer. “Lace.” I glanced down at the flowers she had brought and then lifted my eyes back to hers. “You brought her flowers,” I stated. “I can explain,” she started. “Just today?” “No, since you’ve been in the hospital,” she explained. “I haven’t missed a Saturday,” she whispered. I released her hand as I stared back at her for a moment then placed the flowers I was holding on top of the headstone. I ran my fingers through my hair as I paced the small area in front of Christine’s grave. “Blackie— “ I turned to her. “How’d you know?” “About a year ago, me and my dad came to visit my brother’s grave, and we saw your bike. He told me you come here every Saturday and bring her flowers,” she swallowed. “I just figured— “ “Thank you,” I cut her off, closing the distance between us and wrapping my arms around her, bringing her against my chest I bent my head, pressing my lips to her head. “Thank you,” I repeated, murmuring the words into her hair. “You’re welcome,” she said as she wrapped her arms around my waist.

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Janine Infante Bosco lives in New York City, she has always loved reading and writing. When she was thirteen, she began to write her own stories and her passion for writing took off as the years went on. At eighteen, she even wrote a full screenplay with dreams of one day becoming a member of the Screen Actors Guild.

Janine writes emotionally charged novels with an emphasis on family bonds, strong willed female characters, and alpha male men who will do anything for the women they love. She loves to interact with fans and fellow avid romance readers like herself.

She is proud of her success as an author and the friendships she’s made in the book community but her greatest accomplishment to date would be her two sons Joseph and Paul.

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Wanderlust by Bernadette Marie GENRE: Contemporary Romance

​Gia Gallow has traveled the world. Her wanderlust landed her in Georgia where she has created a life for herself away from the petty differences of relatives and domineering ex-lovers. Having settled in America, she has a successful business and dear friends—and the attention of both Dane and Russell Walker. Due to her own family's dramas over dueling hearts, she might have to forget about her feelings for Dane to keep peace within the Walker family, but sometimes even running thousands of miles away can't keep a heart from going after what the heart wants. And Gia's heart wants Dane.

Dane awoke in his childhood bedroom with a start. As he sat there, a bead of sweat rollingdown his forehead, he realized it wasn't that he'd heard anything to wake him—in fact, it had been too quiet.The sun was up and warm as it filtered through the window and onto his skin.He wiped his brow with the back of his hand and then tucked it under his head. He closed hiseyes and thought about the room. It was his and Gerald's room. Oh, if the walls could talk, he amused himself with the thought. They'd lived too far from town to have girls climbing in the windows, but they'd climbed out a few times. But once again, they'd lived too far from town to sneak out without being noticed. They'd done things such as walk down to the river and fish by a full moon. There had been anenormous tree outside the window and during a storm it could be menacing and scary. But on awarm summer night, it was a refuge as the big branch came right to their window like a bridge to the outdoors. There had always been two beds in the room. Sometimes they'd be pushed together for comfort, especially when that tree outside swayed in the wind. They'd also been the walls to some of the greatest forts ever built with blankets and sheets. Long talks were had in that room. Some of those talks went well into early morning. They'ddebated over Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy. There were some very serious discussions over Super Bowl XXXIII. Atlanta's new team had gone to the big game under the coaching of Dan Reeves, and they had to play his old team, the Denver Broncos. It seemed unfair to Gerald, but Dane thought it was just. He'd been a fan of John Elway his whole life. If he thought back hard enough, he was fairly sure that when he'd taunted Gerald with Elway's win, he'd gotten a black eye. The thought of it had him chuckling to himself in the quiet. Talks about football and fishing soon gave to girls and talks about birds and bees. He was grateful that walls couldn't actually talk. No longer were there posters and drawings on the walls. His mother had redesigned the room,he knew, for future grandchildren. The room was clean of everything but a dresser and a rocking chair. The closet door, another menacing nightmare maker, was cracked open as the door was too warped to stay closed. Some poor grandchild would be as afraid of the abyss of the closet as he and Gerald had been. It wasn't long before the sound of the cattle caught his attention. He'd have to admit it was amuch better sound than early morning traffic. Then he heard the roaring of the first pickup truck engine. Surely he'd actually slept through the first. The sun was up after all, and he knew his father and brothers were up before the sun. Dane rolled to his side and pulled the blanket up to his ear. This was why it was good to bevisiting. No one had awakened him and made him help out with the early morning chores. Suckers!

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Bernadette Marie has been an avid writer since the early age of 13, when she’d fill notebook after notebook with stories that she’d share with her friends. Her journey into novel writing started the summer before eighth grade when her father gave her an old typewriter. At all times of the day and night you would find her on the back porch penning her first work, which she would continue to write for the next 22 years.

In 2007 – after marriage, filling her chronic entrepreneurial needs, and having five children –Bernadette began to write seriously with the goal of being published. That year she wrote 12books. In 2009 she was contracted for her first trilogy and the published author was born. In2011 she (being the entrepreneur that she is) opened her own publishing house, 5 PrincePublishing, and has released contemporary titles and has begun the process of taking on otherauthors in other genres.

Bernadette spends most of her free time driving her kids to their many events. She is also anaccomplished martial artist, working her way to her second degree black belt in Tang Soo Do.

An avid reader she loves to meet readers who enjoy reading contemporary romances and she always promises Happily Ever After.

Iâm headed back to the Blood Legion MC in New Orleans, my old stomping grounds. Guns. Thugs. Broads. Cocaine nightmares. A Mexican cartel, cracker coke runners, and now thereâs a new international threat in town.

Blaize Carmichael is my only partner in this op. Blaize. As a biker babe. Jeeesus. Iâve had a bone for her from day one when she walked into headquartersâhaughty, superior, and always in charge.

Thereâs a goddamn good chance weâll get made, played, and put in the grave as government-issue traitors. But I canât help itâI love to get rough, raw, dirty, and dominant with her.

No more yes maâam, no maâam. Blaize is about to find out I donât always takes orders as issued.

BLAIZE

I canât stand the way Storm calls me woman or cher or sexy. As soon as weâre back in DC, Iâm going to wipe that infuriating wicked smirk right off his dangerously handsome face.

Iâm always prepared for every scenario. Iâve built my career on complete professionalism in and out of the field. But when Storm comes at me with wild animal lustâwhen he opens up to meâwhen he opens me up, I canât say no.

I donât want to.

Weâre in danger every single day we stay in NOLA. There is no way we can make it out alive. Not together. Not this time.

âT-Zone took you in when the CIA wrote you off,â Blaize scathed.

âAnd yâall think you were the ones doing me the favor? Baby, youâd need an extra hand to count the number of successful missions Iâve carried out for T-Z, and you goddamn know it.â I pushed her back with my huge muscled body pressing against her.

I watched her swallow, but some seriously angry heat came off her.

It only made her sexier to me.

âYou got no excuses for that off-op shit you pulled tonight, and you know it. And you do not want to play this game with me tonight.â I began undressing.

Shirt tossed. Boots thrown. Belt whipped out. Pants tugged down.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I stood in front of herâa foreboding, tall, dark shadow of fully fit and ready-to-fuck man. âLose the clothes, Blaize, before I slice and dice them with my knife.â

She sucked in a breath.

âYou and I both know itâs been building to this.â With my hand curled beneath her chin, I lifted her mouth until it brushed against mine. âIf you donât want to get fucked and fucked hard by me right now you better leave this room and run tail back to DC.â

She undressed while I stood right up against her. Her breath hit me, her soft panting gusts of air. My eyes dipped lower when she skimmed the shirt from her shoulders. Her braâlacy and creamy whiteâalmost overflowed with her tits. I didnât help her unclasp it but watched with hungry intensity when she hit the hook and it popped free.

The straps dripped off her arms, and her puffy pink nipples rasped against the hair on my chest.

I chugged in a lungful of air, balling my hands at my sides. My cock, thick and hard, wet the bare skin of her belly with a skein of pre-come.

âThe jeans now.â My voice was low, thunderous, chest-deep.

She wiggled free, her breasts connecting with my abdomen, which clamped like Iâd been hit by a hammer blow. Those soft swinging tits colliding against me made my head ratchet back. But I kept focus. Kept my gaze on her when she stood up.

No Fucking Panties.

Nude. Blaize. She was all golden skin and incredible eyes and glowing hair.

And that little pink pout of her pussy lipsâshiny and slick alreadyâbelow the narrow tangle of bronze-red curls.

âFuck, Blaize.â

She held her shoulders back, placed her hands on her hips, and asked, âDo I pass muster, sir?â

âGet on the bed. All fours.â A muscle at the back of my jaw ticked.

Her nipples hardened with my harsh words, and I watched a trail of wetness weep between her legs.

Fuuuuck me.

I didnât touch her. Not yet. But it was damn hard not to.

I watched as her ass swayed, her hips switched back and forth, and she got into position in the middles of the bed.

I was hugely hung, hugely hard, and really fucking angry. Blaize knew it, and she was ready for me.

This mating dance was nearly over.

But I didnât let myself get close to her yet.

Couldnât.

She needed to understand the new rules first.

I almost trembled in my skin, walking around the bed, viewing her lush bod from every angle.

My voice thickened from my throat and came out hoarse and husky as hell. âFair warning. Youâll be screaming tonight. Not because I took a strap to your ass like everyone downstairs expects. But because Iâm about to fuck you so good. And when you have a hard time walking and sitting down tomorrow? Wonât be because I punished you. But because I screwed you all night long, cher.â I prowled onto the bed behind her. âUnderstand?â

In answer, Blaize drew herself up and cupped her tits. I straddled right behind her. For a moment. Running my hands over her body. Touching between her legs and pulling her back to me when her pelvis kicked forward. Sliding my palms up over the indent of her waist and holding her hands down to her sides. Lifting her breasts, massaging them, palming both mounds and thumbing across her nipples.

With my hand at the back of her neck, I slowly laid her down. Laid her out.

Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Donât Tell seriesâa breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys, a fun, hot, and southern-sexy series. A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writerâcausing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around. You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website https://www.riewarren.com. She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency. http://www.corvisieroagency.com/Saritza_Hernandez.html

For Scorpion agents Day and Knight, their relationship is slow to develop, and trust is hard to build. Then Day’s brother, Stephen, goes missing, and Day finds out more about him than he ever dreamed. Day’s first reaction to Stephen’s disappearance is to try to get out to him as fast as possible. Knight initially holds him back so they can attempt to find out what they’re walking into. But when Knight sees Day’s desperation, he steps in to help and tries to calm the man he’s growing to care about, even though the trail is cold and clues are scarce. When Day witnesses his brother being shot live on television, he loses the last of his control. Despite the lack of answers, Day is more determined than ever to find out what happened. Stephen is all the family he has left. Bone-deep fear and adversity threaten to tear Day and Knight apart, but facing unimaginable hardship together might finally cement the bond between them.

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CONTAINS LANGUAGE!!!​Then Knight’s shoulders slumped slightly and he rolled his eyes. “Aw hell.” Knight pulled out a chair and sat next to him.“You can go if you’d like,” Day said.“Fuck no. If I do, you’ll probably find something and be on the next plane to Phoenix. I need to make sure you keep your head on straight.”Day wasn’t sure if he should be insulted or not, and after tensing, getting ready to take Knight’s head off, he recognized Knight might be worried about him and this was his clumsy way of expressing it. “Fine.”He got logged in and searched his brother’s name, which showed him information he already knew.“Try federal databases,” Knight suggested, and Day turned to him. “It’s worth a shot.”“Why suggest that? Not that I won’t try, but it seems an odd suggestion.”“It’s as good a place to start as any, and a lot of agencies keep a lot of information. As former NSA, you understand that. So see if there’s anything unusual.”“I wish you had your computer. Then we could double-team this,” Day said and set up some searches, getting them running. Of course, they came up with nothing he didn’t already know.“Try Arizona DMV,” Knight said.“I will,” he retorted testily. “Just give me five minutes.” He was already frazzled, and Knight looking over his shoulder, backseat typing, was more than a little annoying.“Is that the address you have?” Knight asked when he got his vehicle information, and Day nodded. “Search it on Google Earth. Let’s see what it looks like.”“Is that really going to help? Or are you getting off track? Fine. He said he was looking to settle down, so he may be using that location for his mail. At one time he was living out of his motorhome, but it’s hard to keep track. I’ve been busy, and it seems he has as well.” Day got a look at the address and was surprised to see a nice, small house, beautifully kept, with an arid garden in the front and what looked like a touch of green, probably artificial grass, for the yard. Day was realizing there was quite a bit about his brother he didn’t know.“Who owns the house?” Knight asked, and Day figured it was best to let him do the driving. Knight was thinking more clearly than he was.“It appears to be owned by a Clark Miller,” Day said.“Go back to the DMV database and see what else you can find at that address.” Knight stepped away as Day complied, pulled up the information, and then stopped dead in his tracks. “What is it?”“Look,” Day said, pointing. “That’s my brother. It’s a different picture, and his hair is shorter, and Clark has glasses.” Day brought up both images and placed them side by side. “You’d think they were relatives rather than the same person, but it’s definitely him.”“My God, why would your brother have two different identities?”Dayton wished to hell he had the answer to that question.

While I read this book as a standalone, it was still generally easy to leap into the story as the author provided some good background stories for both characters. As I never read the first two books, of course there were a few moments I felt like I was missing some small detail. The story was very well written, packed with mystery and adventure and wrought with strong emotions. The characters were very complex, emotional and seemed actually realistic with the trials they must go through. The storyline was completely intriguing and had me racing to see what would happen next! The relationship between these two guys was very complex and had me aching to see what would become of them. I actually really enjoyed reading this book and will definitely be checking out the first two books in this series so I can gain better perspective of them!

**** Disclosure of Material: I received this book for Review from RBTL Book Promotions and the Author/Publisher. I was not compensated nor was I required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am posting this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising". *****

Dirk is very much an outside kind of man. He loves travel and seeing new things. Dirk worked in corporate America for way too long and now spends his days writing, gardening, and taking care of the home he shares with his partner of more than two decades. He has a Master’s Degree and all the other accessories that go with a corporate job. But he is most proud of the stories he tells and the life he's built. Dirk lives in Pennsylvania in a century old home and is blessed with an amazing circle of friends.

Love is a taboo, a mere fantasy— foreign, unreachable, and dangerous.Raised in a society where women have no rights, seventeen-year-old Thia Clay holds little hope for a bright future. When her parents sell her into marriage to elite member William Fox, Thia slowly gives in to despair. William is nothing but a cruel, selfish young man with no other interest than to serve his own.Born illegally and forced to hide from the authorities his entire life, nineteen-year-old Chi Richards is an active member of the Underground—a rebellious group seeking to overthrow the government.Chi only has one goal—to rescue his parents from the work camp they were forced into.Meeting Thia was never part of the plan, and neither was falling in love with her.If caught in their forbidden relationship, Thia and Chi could face a death sentence, and when devastating secrets surface from Chi’s past, Thia has to rely on her instincts to make a choice that could save her or destroy her forever.

​Alice Rachel is the author of the YA Dystopian ROMANCE SERIES “UnderGround.” Originally from France, Alice Rachel moved to the United States ten years ago to live with her husband, and she now also shares her home with two really old foster guinea pigs.
Alice enjoys books of all kinds and more specifically those introducing well-written antagonists and complex protagonists. Alice also loves to draw her own book characters.
The first book of her series “UnderGround” came out in October 2015, and the sequel will be out later this year.
Alice loves to interact with all readers, so feel free to send her a Tweet.

Karma
By Nadine Nightingale
Genre: Paranormal Romance/ Urban Fantasy

​People call me all sorts of names—bad girl, black sheep, and my all-time favorite...Satan’s bride. I could blame the fact I’m a witch for my behavior, but the truth is I’m infuriating, arrogant, and stab-worthy.Alex Remington is a hunter and everything I’m not—righteous, honest, caring. We used to have a thing, but that was before he learned I’m a witch and tried to kill me.Eighteen months later, he’s back in my life and we have a deal; I’ll help him save his brother and he’ll disappear from my life for good. But karma can be a real bitch…

​Nadine aka Dini is a traveler at heart. She considers the world her home and practically lives out of her suitcases. When she’s not glaring at a blank page or abusing her poor keyboard, she spends her time reading, watching movies (preferably horror), pretends to work out, and hangs out with friends and family. Poor girl also suffers from a serious Marvel superhero addiction. So, if you run into her at night, wearing black, know she’s secretly dreaming of being the infamous Black Widow.Her love for writing started in the sixth grade where she annoyed her classmates with a short story featuring Sailor Moon characters, a cemetery, and creepy ghosts. Yes, she’s always been addicted to the dark side. Nadine writes paranormal romance. Her debut novel “Karma” the first book in her paranormal romance series Drag.Me.To.Hell. is published by the Wild Rose Press and will be out in May 2016. She has a serious girl crush on her protagonist Amanda Bishop.Nadine has a BA in Comparative Religions and studied Creative Writing at the University of Oxford.

​ Calling the Reaper by Jason Pere GENRE: Dark Fantasy

​The time of the Unity has ended. Now, the realm of man is stranded between Paradise and Purgatory. The Valkyrie and Reaper battle over the fate of all who pass from the land of the living and into the afterlife.

Eight mortal spirits from vastly different worlds tread the same, inevitable path toward their last, crucial decision. Within them all exists the defining conflict every man must face—to look upon the end of their life with glory and honor, or to give credence to their baser longings, calling the Reaper to their own demise.

In this rich, harrowing tale of pride, deceit, honor, vengeance, and redemption, each individual must battle their inner turmoil, facing the sacrifices they have made before their unavoidable end in the land of the living.

But their last day in life is also their first day of death amidst the terrors of the underworld. Lord Master Death wants them all…and the real battle has only just begun.

​ It was said he could not be defeated. It was said he had slain over ten thousand warriors. It was said he had lived for nine hundred years and would live for nine hundred more. It was said that his father was the strike of lightning and his mother the winter’s frost, that he traded his spirit to a demon for the strength of twenty men. It was said his blades were forged from the teeth of dragons and his armor fashioned from the bones of giants. No one knew how much was myth and how much truth save for this: he was the Fist of the Shogunate, the finest of warriors and the most brutal of killers. His thirst for blood and glory was unquenchable. His name was Kenji Rei. In the final days of autumn, the air was filled with the crisp bite of the coming winter. The Emperor’s court found itself covered in the shadow of falling leaves and petals as the morning wind stripped the trees bare. Two men stood before an audience of some of the most prestigious men in the empire, including the Emperor himself. The first man was a formidable bladesman of impressive lineage. Hoshi Okami was regarded far and wide as the pride of the Kobiko Dojo, the oldest and most exclusive school in all the empire. It admitted no more than four new students a year. Those Kobiko students were all remarkably gifted and skilled warriors in their own right, and they required not only one but two letters of recommendation from the most venerable Senseis in the empire before they could even petition for admittance.Above any living practitioner, and arguably any practitioner of the Kobiko art who had ever lived, Hoshi Okami stood a paragon of the way of the warrior. To date, he had never declined a challenge and had fought precisely two hundred and eleven duels, winning each and every one of them. He was about to fight his two hundred and twelfth. Hoshi Okami currently served as the bodyguard and principle advisor to General Aiko Mastay. Okami’s opponent, and the second man before the gathered audience, was Kenji Rei, personal champion of the Shogun and Fist of the Shogunate.

Jason Pere is a born-and-raised New Englander. He always had a passion for the arts and creative storytelling. At the age of thirteen, Jason took up the craft of acting for film and theater. He pursued that interest for over a decade until refocusing his medium of expression into writing. At first, Jason took a causal interest in writing, starting with poetry and journaling. Over time, he honed his direction and finally began writing larger works. In November of 2012, Jason self-published his first book, Modern Knighthood: Diary of a Warrior Poet. Since then, Jason has continued writing on his own, mostly short stories and poetry. Calling the Reaper was his first experience committing to a full-length Fiction title. In early 2015, Jason became affiliated with Collaborative Writing Challenge (CWC). Since then, he has joined many other writers on numerous collaborative projects. Jason is a regular contributor to CWC and is scheduled to have multiple pieces of his work appear in their publications throughout 2016.You can find out more about Jason Pere’s involvement and publications in collaborative fiction at:www.collaborativewritingchallenge.com

Jason also writes fanfiction for Team Covenant on their Blog of the Pheonixborn, dedicated to the new game by Plaid Hat Games, ‘Ashes’. Go tohttp://teamcovenant.com/ashesonline/to read Jason’s flash fiction work.

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